The Starving Gods Of Old

Stagnant, pools of madness
Black from dreams of death
Silhouettes, dark phantoms
Crowned with fevered breath
Clusters of vulgar beasts
Against the rising moon
From the depths of the beyond
They burn with festering doom

The forbidden magic - of unknown worlds
Speaks through me - from the elder earth

Chanting of dismal choirs
Twisted and black art
Blasphemy of dark splendor
Blessed with foul hearts
From the depths of the undead
Below the furious waves
Spewing out of the pits
To storm the pearly gates

The forbidden magic - of unknown worlds
Speaks through me - from the elder earth

Buried in discord
The ghouls cry out his name
Through deserted ruins
Where the horror always reigns
No light will never ever
Touch our poisoned hearts
As the claws of undead madness
They tear us apart
Where the flame of death engulf
The dwellings of mankind
And the hands of doom they grasp
At every form of life

Stagnant, pools of madness
Black from dreams of death
Silhouettes, dark phantoms
Crowned with fevered breath
Clusters of vulgar beasts
Against the rising moon
From the depths of the beyond
They burn with festering doom

The forbidden magic - of unknown worlds
Speaks through me - from the elder earth
The eldritch nightmares - and tortured cries
From the crypts, together, they rise

Buried in discord
The ghouls cry out his name
Through deserted ruins
Where the horror always reigns
No light will never ever
Touch our poisoned hearts
As the claws of undead madness
They tear us apart
Where the flame of death engulf
The dwellings of mankind
And the hands of doom they grasp
At every form of life